theresalwayshope | Allison's Voicemail

Woah, so long time no see, so I'm really hoping this invite is met with a positive. Non-Christmas Christmas movie party at my place tomorrow! Guaranteed more badassery than your average holiday movie marathon. Feel free to bring a friend if you'd like.

Hey you! :) I'm totally in. I'll see if my boyfriend's up for it, otherwise I might bring a friend. Or an uncle, if the presence of an adult won't spoil the fun?

Adults are totally cool, but hopefully I'll meet your boyfriend. :)

Hey, I've decided to try my hand at hosting Thanksgiving this year, and I'd like it if you could be there. Thursday the 26th at Semele's, 2pm. I'll have all the staples, but feel free to bring a side or dessert if you want.

Let me know if you can make it. -Derek

i'll absolutely be there. and i'm totally bringing dessert.

pick one: chocolate mousse or tarte tatin (caramelized upside down apple pie, which i totally learned to make IN paris.)

failure to pick means i will bring both, & you will have to eat both until you pop. <3

You've seen how much I can eat, so I'd go with both. The apple thing sounds good, though.

Mind explaining why you pulled a gun on my boyfriend??

Because he creeps on solitary females in back alleys?

To be fair, I did put the piece away when he showed me pictures.

Barry does not creep.

Creeping like ivy, Big Man.

Hey Katniss where you at

Have you seen the posters

Are you okay

Allison pick up

i'm fine, honest! what posters?

[sent about ninety seconds later]

what. the actual. fuck.

look dont start taking them down or anything because we did that with the sex pollen roses and it just made things worse

where are you

god I'm sorry this is so fucked up

it could be worse. this is just embarrassing.

i'm on my way home. getting funny looks is all. ugh.

hey, have you taken up with any of the gods yet?

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Me? Yeah. Dionysus.

He gives out sex toys as rewards and I thought it would be funny.

[ She isn't sure why she feels defensive about that right now--probably because the gods are all being DICKS--but anyway. ]

Why?

hmm. yeah, maybe not him then.

well, do you like wine? i mean, maybe he could give a different reward if you get to me first?

i think i might go with hades. or aphrodite.

Wait. WHAT?

No no, Allison listen you don't have to play their game. This is what I was afraid of, don't feel pressured to do Jack diddley shit until you're damn good and ready

look you can bust heads and i can bust heads and between the two of us we can bust enough heads that no one's gonna bother you over this

but we don't HAVE to bust heads, daisy. it's sex. there's no reason to hurt anyone over it. and there was something that happened recently...

can you tell me how it's done? pledging yourself i mean. i'm going to do this. i WANT to.

it's okay if you don't want to sleep with me. i just haven't been with a girl before, not full blown. i like you, so it kinda felt like fate you were the first person to buzz me. :p

Fuck.

fucking fuckity fuck

Hang on. Lemme talk to my god.

Just maybe hang out at home for a bit, I'll come by when I have answers.

[There's a minute or two of silence on Allison's end, because that triumphant giddiness for the prospect of having sex with a girl is still so new.

It's...nice.]

so is that a yes?

[Please say yes, please say yes...]

To sex?

I mean, yeah. I just want to make sure if I don't accept that bounty that it still gets your face off the poster.

And also that my lack of a penis isn't a problem

what? no, daisy. take the bounty! if you like wine, i mean--you can share a bottle with me if it makes you feel better, but if you don't like booze? see if he'll give you something else. there's no reason not to take advantage.

as for the lack of a penis, maybe a strap on is acceptable?

[...she texted, far more bravely than she feels, because now that mental image is making her brain and her libido do strange things...]

I don't have a strap on. I thought about asking for one but then I decided to be a smartass and said Surprise me and now I have a string of balls I have no clue what to do with. But anyway.

Listen. I want to, as much as possible, have sex with you because you want to and you're pretty and tough as nails and I like you, and I bet you taste amazing and make gorgeous sounds when you come. Not because the god of tits and wine is bribing me.

Go to the temple and ask them about signing on with a god if you're sure you wanna do that.

kay?

ok. i'll hit the temple before i head home.

[Allison may never get rid of the dopey grin on her face. She thinks for a moment, then sends another text.]

i was thinking about asking you out. before this, i mean. you're way prettier than me, and you're strong, and you're funny, and you have this way of smiling that makes me really want to try kissing you.

Like. On a date? Really?

well, yeah. nothing super fancy, i had this idea about finding a really nice nighttime rooftop view somewhere, and a picnic dinner with some drinks. we could swap crimefighting stories or something.

is that a stupid idea?

It doesn't sound stupid at all. It sounds pretty nice.

Kind of perfect actually.

so that's a yes, then? after this, i mean. solve the bounty problem, then take our time and enjoy it. how's that sound?

Rational and doable. Let me just make sure we can, actually, solve the bounty problem first. Then I'm all yours.

all mine. i like the sound of that. :P

i'll be crossing my fingers. and opening my front door carefully until i see you. do you really think it could get, like, crazy?

;)

I don't THINK so? I haven't met anybody so far that heavily pinged my skeeve-o-meter. But, you know. Never hurts to be cautious.

;D (damn it, these devices need better emojis)

right. so staying armed in the house until i see the whites of your eyes. it's times like this i really wish i had a baseball bat.

Yeah, they do. A music streaming app would be nice too. I miss my tunes.

Maybe you could ask your patron for one?

OMG, YES! i need music, srsly. working out is hard without some decent jock rock or something.

my patron. god, why do i suddenly feel like i'm living in moulin rouge? XD

UGH RIGHT? These gods are going about it all the wrong way. Offer me good coffee and an mp3 player preprogrammed with all the best 80s and 90s cheese and I'll bone down however you want me to.

It does kinda sound like that, doesn't it? Of course if we were, we'd actually have music.

we should shoot for that. after we take care of this bounty, we can get together and see if we can get our patrons to pony up. i'll ask for coffee, you can ask for the mp3 player. ooh, i'll ask for the beans and grow it! then we'll have as much as we need. :)

i can hum the elephant love medley when you get here. :P

Now that's a good idea. Did I ever tell you I find girls with big brains sexy? ;)

We can duet. In the non-sexing way.

[Oh no. Allison is grinning and blushing because Daisy Thinks She's Sexy.]

funny. you're real funny. fyi, i think a sense of humor is extra sexy.

non-sexing? does that mean the bounty won't be satisfied if we're sexing? a rousing duet could be amazing foreplay. ;p

wait til I start in on the terrible puns. Then let me know if my sense of humor is still a turn on. :P

You know what, i think a rousing duet SHOULD satisfy the bounty. It'd be awesome. like a Bollywood movie.

hey! puns can be funny!

maybe it would come closer to counting if we did the duet naked? IDK how you feel about ewan macregor or nicole kidman, but THAT would have made the elephant love medley WAY more interesting. ;p

It's a slow day. To say the least. No one's stepped in today except a native woman who bought a handkerchief. But Eames has had a plan. Allison is at her desk, looking through his papers for him like he asked. He raises his self-made paper straw, putting a tiny ball of paper at the end of it, and then blowing like it's a blow dart.

He really should be working on commissions. He should. But he's redone this hem two times and he's frustrated and tired. So he watches in amusement as the tiny paper ball hits her right on the nose. This all has a purpose, he swears.

Allison hates to admit it, but having a job like this...it makes her feel a little more at home.

Paperwork might be boring for some, but the messy stack of invoices, notes, and request forms for commissions is actually not nearly as bad as the badly organized research notes for some of the scientists back at Darrow Amalgamated. She still isn't sure, some days, how Mrs. Livingston, the office supervisor, ever managed to keep the researchers happy without someone to make sense of it all...

Her nostalgic wanderings are interrupted by the soft thwack of a--is that a spitwad?...

Rubbing her nose, she picks up the paper--dry, thank God--and follows it across the room to where Eames is lazing around with a telling paper straw in hand.

For a second, she just gapes at him indignantly...and then she smiles. It's not a good smile.

Relaxing into an inscrutable little smirk, Allison takes her time. She scans the room while she grabs her own piece of scratch paper, meticulously constructing her own blow gun. It takes her a while, but she doesn't hurry, and she doesn't mind letting Eames watch her work.

When it's done, she takes even more care with her projectiles, perfectly little wadded bits of paper she lines up in front of her while surveying the room. She finds her target...she meets his eye...

Then she moves like lightning, loading her paper blow gun and firing.

There are a couple of quiet little cracks as the projectile bounces off a door and a dress form, right before Eames will feel the tiny crack of a paper wad hitting him right in the ear.

He watches her with satisfaction, and then... she smiles very scarily and Eames is not sure if he opened up Pandora's box, but that seems fitting since they're in Ancient Greece, doesn't it? He goes back to work hurriedly, thinking she'll forget about it, but then she goes quiet and he looks up.

And then he feels the soft whack of a tiny paper ball at his ear and - Ew, did it go inside?! He paws it out, giving her his best Frown of Disapproval.

"Well, I was going to ask you to a dinner party, but I dunno if I can hear your response with your disturbingly well-shot paper wad in my ear."

"Then don't shoot spitwads at a retired vigilante!" Allison protested with a laugh, lowering her weapon. "Or anyone who was a nationally ranked archer before she hit puberty. So either improve your aim, or don't test me on a slow day."

Folding her arms along the edge of her desk, she wagged her eyebrows at Eames. "So, dinner party? Do I finally get to meet Rosella? Ooh, can I give her the little sister talk? Someone has to give her the little sister talk. You know: 'hurt him and you're mine.'"

He stores all that in his brain for further questioning later, and then he gives a long-suffering sigh, though it has no real animosity in it.

"No, no. No threatening. And yes, you do. I invited Daisy, too. I hope that's okay."

And here he watches her face carefully, curious and nosy about how they have been getting along.

Daisy? Wait, he invited Daisy? That sounded an awful lot like a double date...

"Sure it's okay. Of course it's okay. Why wouldn't it be okay?" she asked casually--and a little too quickly.

Did he know Daisy? Did Daisy say something about her? Or did Allison just give off a huge vibe of hi, I slept with Daisy Johnson and asked her on a date, please set us up further because I'm a third grader with a stupid crush?

OHO. His smile looks like he's the cat that ate the canary, as he puts his head in his hand and puts his elbow down.

"That was awfully quick. You know, I met her when she was looking for you during the bounty shenanigans. Rather frantically. I think she likes you quite a lot."

Still looking smug, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"It wasn't quick." Allison insists with a huff and a mock scowl...one that vanishes pretty quick as she digests what he said.

"...do you?" she asks in spite of herself, a hopeful little smile fighting to pull up at the corners of her mouth. "Think she likes me, I mean? Like...a lot? Like..."

She trails off with a groan, letting her head drop to her desk. Stupid third grader crush on stupid pretty, sexy, funny, stupid Daisy...

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action because the idea won't leave me

the good ones never do. XD

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